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A forgotten sense of comfort passed through her spine, followed by a tremor of excitement. She wasn't dreaming, and she hadn't fabricated his existance. Caillen existed in a flesh and blood body much like her own, and he had come to see her. His voice bore the rocky twang of disuse, scraping at her ears, as he spoke words she hadn't expected to hear. He had to come. Had to. He promised. One black-rimmed ear twisted back into her auburn curls, surprise inked all over her features, swelling into her ruby eyes like every other emotion did. She was unsure of how to respond. Never before had someone kept a promise so casually spoken into the air, not before the wolfdog before her.
His smile triggered a flood that she was incapable of damming up, her legs carrying her forward with brisk strides until she was able to reach out and touch the scraggy muzzle he boasted. Delicate fingers pressed against the plush fur, combing through silver and slate with the utmost care. For the briefest moment, she couldn't see the changes in him; all she looked upon were ice blue eyes so different from blood-soaked rubies she wore. It wasn't until she paused to inspect the rest of him that she realized how time had morphed him into something different. Hair longer, beard untrimmed, scarf tattered. It impacted her mind with a rough shake. How long had it been since she'd laid eyes on the beautiful man?
Fingertips fell from his face to graze the thick fabric wrapped about his neck; she couldn't understand the purpose of wearing it, and found it a rather ugly addition to otherwise perfection. The necklace that was worn beneath it was more aesthetically pleasing. She didn't understand its purpose, but her hands caressed the glistening silver stag as if it were a treasure found at the bottom of the sea. Russet shoulders rose with a deep inhale as her face was pressed ever so carefully against his upper abdomen. "I didn't expect you would," she murmured, breath lost against the thick fur covering his body. A flare of heat spread through her stomach as she inhaled the scent of the wolfdog, sensations dancing through her thighs bringing about recognition of a desire that might have never been attributed to the large man had he not saved her in the mountains.
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